Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Mart. Out of this fell deuouring receptacle,
Mart. As hatefull as Ocitus mistie mouth.
Quint. Quint.
Quint. Reach me thy hand, that I may helpe thee out,
Quint. ‑
Quint. Or
Quint. The Lamentable Tragedie of Titus Andronicus.
Quint. Or wanting strength to doe thee so much good,
Quint. I may be pluckt into the swallowing wombe,
Quint. Of this deepe pit, poore Bassianus graue:
Quint. I haue no strength to plucke thee to the brinke.
Martius. Martius.
Martius. Nor I no strength to clime without thy help.
Quin. Quin.
Quin. Thy hand once more, I will not loose againe,
Quin. Till thou art heere aloft, or I below,
Quin. Thou can'st not come to me, I come to thee.
Quin. Both fall in.
Quin. Enter the Emperour, Aaron the Moore.
Satur. Satur.